Drift

It all started on a rainy day
When no interests i had outside
For to stay in bed with my book
On such days was my wont

There I lay, by my book enthralled
'Till a distant call my world upturned
A call from a friend upon me to help
A distressed cry I had to heed

Soon in the rain I was running
To the path from whence the call was coming
'Till i tripped, or rather was tripped;
If only I knew someone was stalking

Dark and cold the weather had grown
Like a man gloomy and sad and old
And in this gloom I beheld the enemy
Not a single one, for they were many

"Let me go, for a friend I must heed!"
"Come along and let him bleed!"
"Along to where?", I would have asked,
If my lips they hadn't masked.
Up to a cliff I was lead,
Through which means I could not tell
But with speed myself I freed
Wanting not to hear my fate

In a strange forest I found myself
With hissing hyenas and laughing snakes
A lion I saw, but it was full
A surprising sight, when all was cool

On I walked, afraid of death
As innocent rabbits I beheld with dread
The sun was cold, and the wind was warm
And I was surprised that I wasn't surprised

All was calm, but wasn't quiet
For the sound of nature
Was somewhat music
In a forest as this, with no lyrics

On I walked
This time unstalked
For my foe, I knew
Was far from view

A dreary hermit
I would have met
If from his cave
I hadn't kept

To a flowing river I soon came near,
Waters so neat and crystal clear
I wasn't thirsty, else would have drank
So I lay to rest beside the river bank

Along the river a boat soon came
It's rower old but happy and gracious
"Come along!", He beckoned to me
"And let's ride on these waters so spacious."

So on I climbed, happy as a lark
And away he rowed, whistling along
While I wished he would never park
Even as the weather again grew dark

Soon to a shore we alighted
While his carriage he left afloat
And walking a little way,
To a desert we came

"There!", pointed the excited rower
At a bed of newly sprouting seedlings
"There I plant my apples,
And watch them grow into amazing maize."

Shaking my head, I walked away
For I had seen and heard enough
And now just wanted a place of rest
And from all this madness to escape

A broom tree I soon found
And under its shadow reclined
Bed or mat or pillow I hadn't
But the sand was cool enough

There in the desert, I shut my eyes
But immediately, they opened back
And I was back In my own room
For I awoke as soon as I slept.